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I saunter over, cool as you like, “Shaken, not stirred, love.” She laughs—proper throaty, makes me grin. “Tenner for a quickie,” she goes. Bargain, innit? But I’m ragin’ inside—ten quid? Inflation’s a bitch! Used to be a fiver in the ‘80s, swear down. Still, I’m chuffed—beats chasin’ Blofeld. We duck into an alley, all dark and damp, like the estate in the movie. “It’s all fucked, innit?” I mutter, quotin’ Mia’s mum. She nods, smirkin’, like she gets it.

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Then I decided to stroll down Kōen-dōri. It’s this cute lil’ street with shops and cafes. I’m walkin’, mindin’ my own biz, when I spot this tiny ramen joint. I’m like, “Heck yeah, I’m starving!” So I pop in, and the smell hits me like a freight train. I order some tonkotsu, and it’s like a flavor explosion in my mouth. I’m talkin’ next-level good.

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